Malakai Mitchell Novels & Stories

'Malac' slapped Luca on the back as they broke apart. Luca turned to Alissa. “Malachi, this is Alissa, the young lady I spoke to you about, Alissa, this is Malachi McBayn.” Alissa had to crane her neck to look at him. Malachi extended his hand to her, she shook it. His hands were rough and calloused. A neatly trimmed beard led to his dark ginger hair which fell to just below his shoulders. He looked to be in his late twenties, his friendly blue eyes met hers. “You are as bonnie as he said, it's lovely to meet ya, Alissa,” he said.

*5 years later* Alex POV Have you ever wanted to be someone else? That was the question that I’ve been asking myself all these years. With the stress of life getting me down I couldn't help but wonder what it would of been like. But now I wouldn’t ever want to change a thing. Charlotte is strong, she’s a warrior in disguise. Never in my lifetime would I have thought that someone so small, so beautiful, would turn my life upside down for the better. She's over come all her fears and became everything the pack needs in a Luna plus more. We’ve made three beautiful children. That are more then a handful and keep me on my toes that's for sure. My daughter Lilly, she’s the strongest out of all th

“No Alpha patrols that water. No human settlements. No threat of being chased. And if it’s who I think it is, the isolation is perfect for him.” “Who?” Alexandro asked. “Maeron.” The name struck something in Alexandro. He’d heard it only in whispers. Legends passed from one campfire to the next. A sea-born being, a ruler of forgotten creatures, rumored to rise once every hundred years. “He’s a myth,” Alexandro said, though his voice held no certainty. Valerian shook his head. “No. He’s very real. And if he’s taken your wife… it means she’s not who we think she is.”

Mali, I'm in a meeting So leave I can't just— Another photo. This one left absolutely nothing to imagination. Now, Micaiah Jesus Christ. I looked up at the table full of men discussing strategies and timelines, and realized I didn't give a shit about any of it right now. Daemon could wait. The plan could wait. Everything could wait. Because Mali was at home, in my bed, wearing barely anything and demanding my attention. And I was done pretending I had the willpower to resist. "Meeting adjourned.”

Lilith looked at me in concern, but before she could say anything, another voice spoke up. "Chosen? By who?" it asked. We turned to see a figure emerging from the shadows - a tall, imposing man with dark hair and piercing eyes. "Who are you?" I demanded, my hand tightening around the fruit. "My name is Malakai," he replied. "And I have been searching for that fruit for a very long time." I bristled at his words, unsure if I could trust him. But as he approached us, I could feel the power emanating from him, and I knew that he was not to be trifled with.

I can’t say I’m the biggest patriot. “Alright, have you ever committed a crime previously that you were not convicted for?” Kael asks, looking down at his paper. Stay calm. I know what I’ve done, and if he knows, he won’t forgive me. Plenty of competitors have criminal records, but not for anything like conspiracy, or for tricking an Alpha into letting them into his home before drugging him. I have to be honest, to hopefully get around it. “Yes.” Kael doesn’t even blink. “Could you tell me what that might have been?”

“Here is my email address if you have anything important to tell me: aaliyahmoore@g***l.com. If I have something to tell you, I would call. And I saw you on TV. Black is not your color. You looked a bit pale.” The men stare at me, but I could not help it. Mean girls need to be spoken to this way once in a while. “Pfft, Aaliyah, please. Even in my worst days, you will never hold a candle to me.” I ignore her… she carries on talking. “Nice try, Aaliyah. I know you are denying it, but this sabotage has your name written all over it. …But the crisis was averted. And oh, I hope Amelia rolled out the welcome carpet for you, hahaha.” She laughs evilly.

My fingers raced across a slim, encrypted terminal, linking the Vesper protocols into Zero’s remote proxy network. Across the room, Malakai stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass, entirely bare from the waist up. The cold daylight caught the brutal tapestry of scars tracing his shoulders and back —souvenirs from corporate takeovers that had been fought with lead rather than contracts. He was holding a secure phone to his ear, his deep voice dropping into that quiet, chilling cadence he used when he was ordering the liquidation of an enemy’s assets.

I stood, ready to fight him. ​Malakai suddenly sat up with a smile at my threat. "Swords?" He lit up at the idea. He loved playing with fire. ​"No!" Silas and I both yelled at him. ​"You're both just mad I got the best of you." Malakai smiled to himself. ​"One little scar." Silas brushed the side of his eyebrow. ​"On your ugly face." Malakai spat back. ​"How's your ass looking?" Silas chuckled at him and Malakai clenched his jaw. He had a nasty scar three inches long across his left cheek.

Dominic instantly pushed me behind his back, his fully healed claws extending as a low, lethal growl vibrated in his chest. Through the frosted mist of the entrance, a solitary figure walked in. He didn’t wear tactical armor, and he didn’t carry a silver weapon. He wore the heavy, dark fur cloak of the Shadow Ridge Alpha, his silver hair glittering beneath the dim moonlight. A massive crescent scar cut across his left eye, mirroring the terrifying, brutal aura radiating from his frame. Malakai. The older brother looked at Dominic, then his black-ringed eyes slid over to me, a slow, drapieżny smirk stretching across his cruel, handsome face. He didn’t look angry; he looked absolutely ecstatic